#marcus bg3

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Marcus

3D render for Baldur's Gate 3

Face designed by Edward Vanderghote

[zoloteh-volossya]

Made some quick memes while writing my Minthara/Isobel fic

The first chapter can be found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63466039/chapters/162621151

[seynne]

Bonus goofy running

[seynne]

@desfraisespartout , @lulu-croissant @anyonewhoalsolovesMarcusfromBG3 I'm doing a play in BG3 with Glut spores mod allowing me to resurrect a corpse as a mushroom-zombie and add it permanently to my group unless the zombie dies.

IT IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER.

1. In normal gameplay, the mushroom zombies are basically the base character with added layers for a myconid feel, aka, as in the game. BUT THAT LOOKS SKIP DURING CUTSCENES OR DIALOGS. Because while the character can't talk, it appears in the background during dialogs. And that's relevant to part 3 but already very funny in itself.

2. In Act 2, if you free Aylin and Marcus is alive, he flies to Moonrise and get killed there. Unless you KOed him, if my memories are correct - it's a pain to keep him alive.

That time - because he's in my party and Aylin being freed trigger an event in which all the members of Moonrise towers and servants of the Absolute go fight against her and Jaheira troops, it SOMEHOW triggered for him too, CUE ME BEING TELEPORTED MID DISCUSSION WITH AYLIN TO MOONRISE TOWERS, next to his again dead corpse - as if he had been killed again?! While the second before he was yelling "ARDE" happily and in full health at Balthazar skeletons while we try to free Aylin.

Problem, Glut spores only allow you to resurrect a character once, so I would have had to do without.

BUT.

I didn't want to ! So I turned him to gold- could have KOed him but idk if it works - and the dialog went normally, so I could then un-gold him, and resume my play.

AND THEN

Act 3 : Now I can kiss Shadowheart (which I changed the look to make her look like my regular Tav, while in this play I made the Tav my Dream Guardian and gave him the armor. I'm like a kid who's making her dolls kiss, I swear.)

BUT NOW I HAVE MARCUS POPPING BEHIND MY CHARACTER EVERYTIME I KISS SHADOWHEART. AND HE'S JUDGING VERY VERY HARD.

4. Which is already even funnier. But it could get worse. And come night time when everyone is in camp clothes. And now, I have Astarion and Marcus, both naked torso, arms crossed, standing right behind my Dream Guardian kissing Lellar - and both guys are JUDGING HARD

Astarion I know he gives grins like 😉 but Marcus and now I know that in his free time he reads romance novels and go "hu hu hu" like a schoolgirl, he's behind us like : 😎 (most of the time), 😉 (other times) AND RIGHT NOW he was 🤨 MAN DON'T JUDGE ME OKAY PLEASE

I'm DEAD

Bonus :

Why. Why did he show up in the Astral Plane (he was not even there!) In his pajamas ? I CAN'T

Sorry the screenshors are bad it's super late I'll copy those I took and show the thing, but I'm so so so dead XD

[xidolafx]

Things you didnt know you needed, Marcus in Wavemother robes 👀

[xidolafx]

I think I’ve remade Marcus as accurately as possible? No mods used either so you could use him for achievement runs if wanted!!

Body Type: Male 2

Voice: Male 1

Face: Head 5

Skin Colour: Neutral Tone 4

Maturity: I went with 50% but you could go higher

No Freckles, Vitiligo or Scarring

Eye Colour: Brown 3

No Heterochromia

No Tattoos or Piercings (nothings stopping you tho 👀)

Makeup Style: Makeup 2

Makeup Colour: Taupe

Tint Intensity: 66% - 75% (full works too though!)

No metallic or gloss

Lip Tint: Red Cold 5

Tint Intensity: 80%

No metallic or gloss

Hairstyle: Conquerer (fits his winged form)

Facial Hair: Groomed Rascal

Hair Colour: Brown 5

No highlights

Greying: Grey Neutral 1

Greying Intensity: 35% - 40%

[seynne]

Soft, gentle eyes, a colour of honey and whiskey (Baldur's Gate 3 fanfiction)

Characters: Unnamed rock gnome in the Last Light cemetary (chapter 1) Flaming Fist Marcus Falgor (from chapter 2 onward) [and because the lovely @desfraisespartout asked me to do Marcus's side, and I ended up doing the rest) Raphael doing a guest star, but what a guest star (chapter 1 and 2) Rest of the Tav "good" party

Shipping & Tags: Marcus Falgor x Half-OC, "thriller", false cozy setting and romance setting, friends to lover to enemy to awkward, magical possession

Resume : Do you know that, in game, Marcus was friends with nearly everyone in the Last Light Inn, and was especially close to a friend with whom things did not go so well due to him being, well, possessed by the Absolute ? This story explores this very relationship before and.... let's say, "after" it went south. Also explores the possibility of Marcus waking up from the Absolute's grasp and being wrecked by guilt.

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"Soft, gentle eyes, a colour of honey and whisky."

A deep laugh shook the large shoulders of the colossus of a man currently doing a round all around the Last Light Inn. His light brown eyes were shining with amusement and a heavy dose of an unconcealed affection when he put them on the rock gnome doing the round by his side, with whom they just walked under a stone bridge.

“Be careful, Tala, or I will end up thinking you really DO have a crush on me!” he laughed as he bowed a bit to avoid colliding with a half-rotten massive root dangling from wild vegetation above the bridge.

The gnome, a tiny blond haired woman with hair sometimes looking more like light brown, pouted like a kid, crossing her arms behind her head. On their chests were the Flaming Fist tabard and both wore heavy armours, along with shields emblazoned with the emblem of Baldur’s Gate main military forces, shiny pieces of metal reflecting nearby light sources. It looked a bit too heavy for her, and he had teased her about this relentlessly when they first met - before she showed him exactly how a rock gnome could be a Flaming Fist and wear armor in spite of her size. He learned the lesson well, that day.

“I’m not afraid to assume I do!” She said, tilting her chin in a very stubborn move. “But I do retract my compliment. Your eyes look more like … some ground vomited by earthworms.”

As the man stopped dead in his tracks a few feet behind her, right as he was pushing away from him a way too low branch hanging from a half-dead tree, and made no further sound, she turned back to look at him, and noticed he looked absolutely flabbergasted. She nearly burst into laughter and instead rolled her eyes playfully.

“I mean. If you don’t like compliments or my style of flirting, I can insult you instead. If that’s more your kind of thing.”

Once again the face of the tallest of them both, a human male with a well-trimmed beard, filled with amusement and he resumed his gesture, pushing away the branch with a very nice display of might before joining his short comrade. She did not lose a single piece of how his muscles budged. A true snack, she would say.

“Actually, I am fine with the first one,” he chuckled. “And…”

But then everything he was going to say fell dead as both of them climbed on a few rocks to complete their inspection.

The Shadowlands, aptly named since the calamity a hundred years ago which filled it with shadows and curse turning into what were basically zombies all those who strayed too far from any source of light, was spreading further. Beyond the rocks stood the end of the globe of light surrounding the whole Inn, and the parcel around that the two soldiers were inspecting during their round, checking every crook and noses, in relative safety. Beyond the other end of the light barrier was the curse, so powerful it created like a green halo that not even a torch would have been able to weaken. A torch COULD hold the curse away enough for you to walk through the shadows, but it was nothing but an artifice, a poor one that was vulnerable to a mere wind or hush … and that, besides, was only pushing back the curse far enough for it not to affect you, but not enough to protect you from the monsters roaming within.

For a few moments, the teasing and playful smile he had on his lips faltered.

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[seynne]

A drawing I did that is meant to be Marcus